March 2011
158 posts
Okay so coconut bra, make sure they fight when you but them which i already posted and sounds super silly but dont be afraid to hold them up to your chest when you buy them, two when opening the coconut if you hold it east to west and just hit around the coconut totally in a line it will break open and you will have to perfect halves, I make these for friends and parties all the time. If you have any more questions let me know1
when you hit it what do you hit it with ? do you use a knife or just bash it with something?
if it wasn’t on saturday then i’d have comissioned you for one!
ever made a coconut bikini before?
friend is having a hawaiian birthday do and i want to make one. any tips?
FUCK YEAH
just ran 4.9k in 30 mins, only 0.1k more and i’m the bomb
I have to agree. Glasgow kicks Edinburgers arse.
I was down for Fireworks, supported by Make Do & Mend and Save Your Breath. I liked it a lot!
Something about you being Scottish, I hit notes on this: http://thetruthaboutjessica.tumblr.com/post/4190829373/that-would-be-fantastic-seriously-i-think-we when scrolling though my dash & you mentioned being Scottish.
But for some reason I thought "bobben" was a Scottish word.
I mistook it for bobbin, severely unScottish word hah.
Alas, nothing unknown about the word.
Where did you get the word bobben though?
it goes way back. when i was in high school i took to calling everyone bob, like adding it to the end of their name, little terms of endearment etc, and in turn people called me ‘bob’ like, just bob not on the end of my actual name. then i met my future husband and he started calling me bobben. that’s where it’s from and now alot of folk call me it and it’s spread so my parents are mrs bob and mr bob hahaha :)
bobbin like for a sewing machine? i like that bobben sounds scottish, as it is indeed accurate!
So I started following Jessica (thetruthaboutjessica), along with a bunch of others some while ago after they all commented or liked a Man Overboard / Mike Overboard post. Purely for more interesting reads.
Catching up on me tumblring from the weekend & such I saw your name come up, & I think "bobben" that Scottish, she must be Scottish. a Canadian following another Scottish person, small world (yea yea I know, my brain works in odd ways, its not that much of a coincidence).
Anyhoo, i click through your posts, and see a picture of Glasgow! Yay!
I was there on Sunday for a gig. I miss it a bit, live in Dundee.
So yea, hi.
hello there…
yess! glasgow is the bomb it kicks the arse of all the other scottish cities, especially edinburgh ;) (sorry burgers) what gig were you here for?
btw did you mean you saw something about me being from scotland on here or you guessed cause of the name bobben? is there something about that name that is scottish i dont know about cause that’d be cool!
day 26 - a celebrity you don't like and why
charlie sheen.
i can hear you now by the way, saying ‘oh yeah just like everyone else in light of recent events’
to which i reply NO! NO! NO! NO!
i’ve hated this man for far longer than anyone who has taken to comparing to gaddafi, and i have to tell you in a much more vociferous, irrational and deranged way.
in fact, i can pin point the first moment i hated him. it was when i had had fraiser on for a run on paramount or whatever it’s now called, and it was changing to two and a half men, and i thought ‘oh well, cant hurt to broaden my horizons…’
(and i quote) “Joy to the world, I’m getting laid / I’m getting laid tonight / We’ll light the log and deck the halls / And then we’ll play some jingle balls / It’s been a long, long wait / It’s just our second date / It’s Christmas eve, and I’m getting laid”
turns out it can.
that show is so far from funny. it couldn’t be any further. infact, it makes glee look intellectually stimulating. stupid jokes about sex that people whose iq’s are outranked by floorboards find funny. and the man is an egotistical fuckwit who i wouldn’t mind throwing my sewing machine at.
so yes, here we go, a good rant about how much of a piece of shit that man is getting added to the thousands, all because i decided not to rant a long time ago. so i’m a sheep. AWESOME.
Note: my sewing machine no longer works as the foot pedal wont go slow or medium only FUCKING FAST or EXTRA INSANITY TRAINRIDE FUCKING FAST. it breaks the thread everytime i try to use it. this made me so angry today i threw scissors across the room in a desperate cry for attention due to excessive levels of frustration which my brain couldn’t manage.
heyy! check out my blog if you want! i think you'll like it . :)
you know what, i do like your blog, but if i followed it i could forsee myself in two months time without a career, at 22 stone, sitting in a reclining chair with a bowl of uncooked double choc chip muffin batter smeared over my face.
“molly, you’re a butt cheek sometimes”
—stuart findlay, proud cat owner
Bobben McGoo,
Do you like pie?
Yours faithfully,
Jampie
jimmy mcpie
yes i love pie, i also love that you have a tumblr now
happy bloggins
bobbengoo
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going to see the glasgow rocks as a proactive way of sticking it to our so called national sport…go team…hoops and such like YEAH
what could have become me →
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i’m glad that people didn’t like me when i was younger. it seems that there are certain infomative years that shape our personalities with the etchings of final detail and finishing touches. it seems…
hazy contentment
today was just one of those days where everything gets better and better. it started with the temperature outside. it being 12 degrees meant that i didn’t need to whole host of extra layers just to stop myself from shuddering in cold lecture rooms. sometimes it’s actually colder in the lecture rooms and i can never tell if that’s the actually temperature of the place or if it’s just my lack of motion. regardless i wasn’t in lecture halls today, i was in allan’s office and the postgraduate room, where it felt cosy and friendly. for some reason i never even tried to be friends with the people on my course, i just assumed that the solitude of honours would flow over into the next rock pool of my graduate career. but i have somehow just made some friends and we sat in that room in the afternoon working and listening to the strokes new album, talking haphazardly. it felt like an actual community of students, i’ve never felt that before despite having been a student for six years now. before it was always you, on your own, working, and group projects were the bain of my existence as i was a) a control freak and b) someone who wanted to get a good degree.
i got a lot done today too. i managed to finish the second last peice of coursework i had in a very small amount of time. with allan’s help i tidied up my research proposal which is now sitting pretty at bang on 500 words. then something actually amazing happened. i transcribed a letter which basically is the missing piece of the puzzle in terms of all my research. it was interesting and it was impressive and i was grinning and realisation dawned on me that i was actually doing this, history i mean. for once i wasn’t thinking of this as better than an office job but still the hard grind and more something i want to do. something i was looking forward to doing. i’ve always felt like a fraud because i don’t care about history in the way the lay man with a penchant for the tudors does. i don’t watch history based televison or buy history magazines. i am actually repulsed by the idea of reading historic fiction, or any history based literature outside of for research. and yet i am good at it and it’s my career. maybe that is finally falling into place. and maybe it’s a good thing for your hobby not to be your career.
i walked home in the sunshine briskly feeling as though spring had finally gone steady and that i could have even sat outside. stuart and i went to the gym and i pushed through 4.6 kilometres in 30 minutes which is heading to my goal of 5 in 30. then we went home and got food. there is something undescribable about the comfort and satisfaction found in getting back home to your niche. the idea of being on the sofa with jumpers and blankets, food and a dvd, stuart to my side and cats curled around our limbs makes me feel like someone’s gently heated my vital organs and put them back inside glowing. right now i’ve got that feeling of hazy contentment where i am so unbelievably at ease with myself and the world. i know tomorrow will be hard pressed to live up to todays perfections but it doesn’t bother me just now - such is the mood i’m in - and the thing that makes me feel the most safe is that this all came from lifes ordinary day to day passage. surely happiness is not needing any extra-curriculars to make you feel like this?
